Fic: Hands Remembering, Harry Potter
I can’t remember your body.
But my hands do.
They shake slightly as they trace the forgotten lines of your body; a curve here, a dip there.
You have new scars; both physical and emotional.
(Were they my fault?)
Many more grey hairs and a few wrinkles, but you’re still so beautiful; even more than I imagined you would be.
My hands slip a bit lower and you make the same noise you used to - half between a growl and a whimper.
(That sounds silly, doesn’t it? It’s true, none the less.)
We fall back onto your bed, the old springs in the mattress making a slight creaking sound.
We whisper sweet words in each other’s ears; mine of apologies and yours of forgiveness, both screaming of love.
It’s better than I can remember it ever being.
(Reunions were always the most passionate for us, weren’t they?)
You look radiant when we’re through, your smile alluring.
I almost want to cry, for all the time we’ve lost, but I know I can’t. I have to stay strong for you and for anyone else I have left.
I can’t lose you again.